Why do you cry?
Said the snake to the bird.
When you live your life inside the sun,
and can take to the sky?
Because my love has left me,
the bird sang in reply.
So I no longer dwell beneath the sun,
or take my wings to the sky.
So?
I've lost things, too,
the snake hissed up to the tree.
Being bound to Earth forever doesn't bother me.
But you can fly, little bird,
and I clearly see,
you're using sorrow as an excuse to thwart reality.
How do you know?!
The bird shot back.
What it's like to lose love in an instant,
to have your heart turn black?
Memories are worth the pain,
so I turn my back on the sun.
And with those final
My life is a coal mine.
The farther I dig this tunnel,
the more it crumbles down behind me.
So I'm endlessly, inescapably digging...
Making it inevitable,
that a journey must be made.
What I'm looking for I've no idea.
So, I keep digging.
Submerging myself deeper into unknown realms.
... Yeah I'm trapped.
But there's still some ways to go,
and all I have is this damned pickaxe of presumptions.
Why do you cry?
Said the snake to the bird.
When you live your life inside the sun,
and can take to the sky?
Because my love has left me,
the bird sang in reply.
So I no longer dwell beneath the sun,
or take my wings to the sky.
So?
I've lost things, too,
the snake hissed up to the tree.
Being bound to Earth forever doesn't bother me.
But you can fly, little bird,
and I clearly see,
you're using sorrow as an excuse to thwart reality.
How do you know?!
The bird shot back.
What it's like to lose love in an instant,
to have your heart turn black?
Memories are worth the pain,
so I turn my back on the sun.
And with those final
My life is a coal mine.
The farther I dig this tunnel,
the more it crumbles down behind me.
So I'm endlessly, inescapably digging...
Making it inevitable,
that a journey must be made.
What I'm looking for I've no idea.
So, I keep digging.
Submerging myself deeper into unknown realms.
... Yeah I'm trapped.
But there's still some ways to go,
and all I have is this damned pickaxe of presumptions.
Why do you cry?
Said the snake to the bird.
When you live your life inside the sun,
and can take to the sky?
Because my love has left me,
the bird sang in reply.
So I no longer dwell beneath the sun,
or take my wings to the sky.
So?
I've lost things, too,
the snake hissed up to the tree.
Being bound to Earth forever doesn't bother me.
But you can fly, little bird,
and I clearly see,
you're using sorrow as an excuse to thwart reality.
How do you know?!
The bird shot back.
What it's like to lose love in an instant,
to have your heart turn black?
Memories are worth the pain,
so I turn my back on the sun.
And with those final